Whereas I typically awaken with a smile on my face, this morning I awakened with a sense of dread, without knowing quite why. I moved through my morning chores with no sense of joy, with no song in my heart, and by the time I was ready for my first ‘sit-down’ break, I was near tears … still no idea why. And then, bless their hearts, the guys over at The Washington Post gave me my first clue …
“Breaking News: FCC repeals net neutrality rules in sweeping act of deregulation”
No surprise there … the five commission members are presidential appointees … they are not elected, had no incentive to please anybody but Trump. I knew the result before WaPo confirmed it, yet I still felt a rock in my stomach and tears pooling in my eyes as I read the news.
Then there was this from NPR …
“Republicans Reconcile House And Senate Versions Of Tax Deal”
But the icing on the cake, the straw that broke the camel’s proverbial back, was this from a friend’s blog …
“President Trump on Thursday hailed the Republican tax plan as a ‘big, beautiful Christmas present’”
Of course, he said that over a month ago, and I had heard it before, but today was probably not the day I needed to be reminded of it and after more than a few choice words, I truly almost put my fist through a window. I do not want any Christmas present from Donald Jerk Trump beyond his resignation, effective immediately. A Christmas present should not cost one thousands of dollars, as this tax bill will cost me and most of you. A Christmas present should not ruin Christmas, as this has done for me.
But wait … fate and angst still wasn’t finished with me, for as I perused my morning email, there was this:
Below the picture read:
“Christmas is meant to be shared with close friends and family, and what better way to spread the spirit than by signing the Official First Family Christmas Card.
Wish President Trump, First Lady Melania, and the rest of the First Family a very Merry Christmas with a personal message before December 23.
We know the President would love to see your name, Jill. It’s you he’s fighting for every day in office.
So please, sign the Official First Family Christmas card today.
Now, if you think that didn’t complete my black humour, then you don’t know me too well. I have been unable to write, for my fingers couldn’t hit the right keys … couldn’t even write an email that I much wanted to write to a treasured friend, couldn’t eat, folded clothes with such a vengeance I put a hole in a towel.
Back on the campaign trail last year, Trump began talking about “ending the war on Christmas”. At first, I was puzzled as to what, exactly, he meant. Part of it, of course, is that strange illusion some of the Christian faith have that everyone should go ‘round saying “Merry Christmas” at this time of year, and those of us who may say, “Happy Holidays” instead should be smited. Personally, I do not care if you say “Merry Christmas”, “Happy Hanukah”, “Joyous Kwanzaa”, “Happy Holidays”, or just a simple “Hi, how are you” or “Have a nice day”. As long as you aren’t cussing me, I’m happy. I. Do. Not. Care. Those who are offended need to remember that, while the Christian religion may be the majority in this nation, the nation is a secular one, and there are many who are of other faiths. In this nation, there are Jews, Muslims, Jains, Buddhists, agnostics and atheists, to name a few. Why would you impose your religion on the rest of us?
More to the point, however, there is no war on Christmas! The war is on everybody else! Allow me to quote a tidbit from a Washington Post article:
“There is no war on Christmas. But there is a war on Jews, led by the white supremacists and neo-Nazis who marched in Charlottesville in August, carrying torches and chanting “Blood and soil” and “Heil Trump” and “Jews will not replace us!”
And there is a war on Muslims, fueled by our commander in chief, who sees nothing wrong with trying to ban Muslims from entering the United States or fanning the flames of hatred by retweeting unverified and inflammatory videos of purported Muslims doing despicable things.”
The war on Christmas? Trump fired the first shot when he took office and began taking away the things that matter to us. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I am having to really work hard at even the appearance of having Christmas spirit this year. The other night, my granddaughter, for whom I would lay down my life, said to me, “Grannie, are you even a little bit excited about Christmas this year?” My family, though not of the Christian faith, has always loved this season. I bake almost daily for friends, neighbors, my daughter’s co-workers. We love our decorations, the candles, and the tree. Enjoy choosing just the right gift and then wrapping them to look ever so special. But this year, none of that … not a bit of it … matters. But still, when Miss Goose asked me that question, I donned a smile (I hope it didn’t look like a grimace) and said, “Oh yes, absolutely! And tomorrow I shall dig through my closet and we shall begin to decorate!” And inside I cried. I did dig through my closet, and we did decorate. Last night I even did a little in the kitchen, making Muddy Buddies for Miss Goose and a cheeseball for daughter Chris. And this weekend we will get our tree, shop for the Significant Seven, and I shall do stocking shopping and some baking. But inside, I cry.
Donald Trump has robbed us of Christmas this year. That, my friends, is the real “war on Christmas”.